Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

The next day, when I woke up this morning, I didn't see Su Jin'er by my side.

The bed was empty, and Chen Xian'an felt a little frustrated.

The feeling, how to put it, is like the body is not filled.

Well, everyone should understand.

I'm a little hungry. I didn't eat much last night, but I ate it all later. I was a little hungry when I woke up this morning.

then.

In the courtyard, a man in a vest sat on a low chair and turned his head upside down.

A dog next to him, wagging its tail, was also squatting there.

"Young master, here comes the firewood."

Ni Taibai opened the door, and ran in from outside, holding a stack of firewood in his hand.

"It's just asking you to collect some firewood. Why is it like going to war?"

Chen Xian'an saw that the other party's clothes were even torn a few times, alas, this matter can't be handled well, shouldn't he let him go?
And this wood?
The cyan firewood has some dew-like things on the surface. Although the firewood looks like a nice texture, it is obviously not easy to burn.

Seeing Chen Xian'an's reaction, Ni Taibai's complexion changed.

This firewood is the body of a hundred-year-old tree demon. In order to kill that tree demon, he had wrestled with him for a long time.

A hundred-year-old tree demon can only give birth to this little bit of wood.

Big families use this kind of wood as medicine, and even as family heirlooms.

In the end, did the son just frown?
It's still because his layout is too small, this thing is not in the eyes of the young master.

"Forget it, let's make do with the cooking, you've worked hard, just sit down and wait for the food."

Chen Xian'an threw the wood directly into it, and the flames slowly ignited, but the wood still had a strange fragrance when it burned.

It's not that bad anymore.

"My lord, you have such a great talent, and now you have become the empress's husband, haven't you considered running an academy?"

Ni Taibai asked respectfully.

"Running an academy? What's that for?" Chen Xian'an thought about opening a tailor shop, and slowly enriching An Xian's clothing.

"Great talents in ancient times have all opened academies and passed on their cultural context through the academies. Back then, Confucius became a saint with literature, and he followed the same path as the academies. He accumulated literary energy through the academies, and finally became a saint. He was old and not talented, and he followed the same path. "

Ni Taibai said.

"Being holy? That's your business, what does it have to do with me?"

Chen Xian'an has a black line on his face, Ni Taibai, you did it on purpose, didn't you know that I can't practice?

Tell me to become a saint, draw a circle and curse that you will never be a saint for the rest of your life.

Ni Taibai understood that it was because he was too small, and becoming a saint might be a lifelong pursuit for him, but for the young master.

It's just a matter of raising your hands, sprinkle water.

"However, I am very interested in the academy you mentioned."

Chen Xian'an said with a smile, when he called himself Principal Chen, he felt it coming.

I used to envy Principal Wang, but now, I seem to have a chance to be the principal.

As for teaching literature and Taoism, Ni Taibai didn't say that he was a poet, so he just let him have a headache.

"It's decided, I want to build an academy!"

Coincidentally, this is also in line with the task of promoting Blue Star's excellent culture released by the system, and I can't really do nothing all day.

My wife will not be happy.

But here comes the problem, he has no money, and building an academy requires money.

Su Jin'er promised to make him live comfortably and live in prosperity and wealth for the rest of his life, but he never said that he would give him money directly.

Things like reaching out to your wife for money.

Dogs don't do it!

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An hour later, dry the palace.

"You want to build an academy?"

Su Jin'er sat on the high platform, and after listening to Chen Xian'an's words, her tone was faint.

"I don't understand, why did you suddenly build an academy?"

"Well, how should I put it?" Chen Xian'an took a few words: "My wife..."

"Ahem, people call me Your Majesty outside."

"Oh yes, my wife, Your Majesty didn't say..."

Su Jiner: "..."

"I just thought, becoming a prince, I can't lose face to my wife and lord, then I thought about what I would do, so I thought of the academy, I want to make Anxian's writing flourish in the entire demon realm!"

Let Anxian's writing flourish!

Hearing this, I don't know why Su Jin'er also felt a little excited.

The culture of Yaoyu is not strong, and it has always been the Xianlan Continent, that is, the human side is more prosperous.

In Yaoyu, there are almost no people who become holy through literature, and even very few people become Taoists through literature.

After Emperor Wu, Wen Dao is often stronger than Martial Dao, which is why humans have always been stronger than Yaozu.

She had also thought about Wen Dao, but An Xian's cultural context was not rich, or even weak.

This path is almost impossible.

But now, she seemed to see a possibility.

At this moment, she was also full of pride.

"Okay, accept my order!"

In the palace, everyone knelt down, but Chen Xian'an's reaction was delayed by half a beat, until the empress looked at him before knelt down.

"Prince Chen Xian'an is made a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, and he is in charge of Xian's literary and Taoist lineage, and he is specially bestowed with royal gold!"

Yujin is the official card for exercising power.

"Sir, accept the order."

Chen Xian'an smiled, and took the golden token from Liu Quan.

Looking at the empress on the high platform, she was majestic and majestic, full of the majesty of an emperor.

Su Jin'er also looked at Chen Xian'an, her original majestic expression softened a little, and she blinked at him.

The meaning seems to be, dear husband, it’s up to you~
Chen Xian'an understood and left with a smile.

"Taibai, you have built an academy before, so you should know how to do it. I have left the whole process to you."

After leaving the gate, Chen Xian'an handed over the task to Ni Taibai in high spirits.

"Okay, young master, then young master, let's choose a name for the academy."

The name of the college is very important.

Chen Xian'an also understood this point. Lan Xing was like this when he was in school, Jiangnan College and Jiangnan University, he must go to Jiangnan University.

A good name is also the face of the card.

In case one's academy is really famous in the future, and when others want to join, the name will be famous, and the feeling will be different.

"Is it called Wensheng Academy?"

"Wensheng Academy..." Ni Taibai thought about the name carefully.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

Wensheng Academy, isn't it hoped that the academy will cultivate all Wensheng?

If someone else took such a title, he might laugh at it, but the young master is different.

As long as he thinks, isn't Wen Sheng just reaching out?
No, the layout is too small, it should be an academy where only literary sages can enroll.

My demon domain is about to usher in a craze of becoming holy through writing!
He Ni Taibai, fortunately, became the promoter of this matter.